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Who: Gabe and William
When: Thursday, immediately following this
Where: William's rooms
What: You can probably guess.
The journey to William's rooms had in theory been more accelerated than usual, but in reality probably took longer, owing to the number of times they'd paused along the way so that one or the other of them could pin the other against the nearest wall. They'd definitely scandalized a couple of portraits in the corridor outside William's door, which was practically in his rooms and therefore fair game (in William's opinion) for indulging in the same sorts of things that were about to happen inside them.
His door guardian raised an eyebrow and ruffled a few feathers when she saw them, but didn't offer any comment besides her customary, "Riddle?" spoken with perfect neutrality. They were very well-matched, William and Phix.
He didn't have the patience for riddles at the moment, however. "Now," he growled. Her tail lashed once, but his door swung open obediently. Phix might have been Sphinx, proud and aloof, answering to none, but she also knew William well enough to know when not to push him.
William twined around Gabe as the door closed behind them, the heavy scrape of stone-on-stone preceding perfect stillness. His arms wound up over Gabe's shoulders and into his hair, and he turned his face into Gabe's neck to inhale his scent again. "You should take your robe off," he advised, chasing the smell of smoke and musk into Gabe's hair and nuzzling into dark curls.
When: Thursday, immediately following this
Where: William's rooms
What: You can probably guess.
The journey to William's rooms had in theory been more accelerated than usual, but in reality probably took longer, owing to the number of times they'd paused along the way so that one or the other of them could pin the other against the nearest wall. They'd definitely scandalized a couple of portraits in the corridor outside William's door, which was practically in his rooms and therefore fair game (in William's opinion) for indulging in the same sorts of things that were about to happen inside them.
His door guardian raised an eyebrow and ruffled a few feathers when she saw them, but didn't offer any comment besides her customary, "Riddle?" spoken with perfect neutrality. They were very well-matched, William and Phix.
He didn't have the patience for riddles at the moment, however. "Now," he growled. Her tail lashed once, but his door swung open obediently. Phix might have been Sphinx, proud and aloof, answering to none, but she also knew William well enough to know when not to push him.
William twined around Gabe as the door closed behind them, the heavy scrape of stone-on-stone preceding perfect stillness. His arms wound up over Gabe's shoulders and into his hair, and he turned his face into Gabe's neck to inhale his scent again. "You should take your robe off," he advised, chasing the smell of smoke and musk into Gabe's hair and nuzzling into dark curls.